If such were a night
Lightning of lilies
Would burn our enchanted flight.
If my embrace were so much warm
Your wrath would burst into tears
In a hidden mother's lap.
And
If I were left with a heart
Full of bees
Waterfall of ponnies
whispering to the children
Would bite the dog
Sleeping by the ocean
Of my womb.
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